My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 583

It didn’t take long for Kisha to return to the base with Duke, Vulture, and Sparrow’s bodies inside the car she’s driving.

The armored car was smeared with dried black blood and bits of brain matter, creating a grotesque and eerie scene.

A severed hand was even stuck to the front number plate, dangling grotesquely.

The sight was nauseating, but the soldiers had grown desensitized to such horrors.

One of them, descending from the wall, wordlessly plucked the hand off and tossed it aside without a second glance.

As Kisha drove through the gate, the soldiers quickly killed the last zombie that had pursued the car to the wall.

The gatekeeper approached to check Kisha’s permit—it was just a formality—but his real focus was elsewhere.

His sharp eyes scanned the vehicle, silently counting how many survivors Kisha’s team had managed to rescue during their search-and-rescue mission.

When the gatekeeper noticed the lone body bag in the back of the vehicle, he immediately stopped prying.

Instead, he straightened up and saluted Kisha, Duke, and Vulture, his expression turning solemn as his gaze lingered on the body bag.

Without another word, Kisha resumed driving, heading back to their villa.

Word of their return spread quickly. At the villa, as soon as the rest of the Winters and their subordinates heard that Kisha and the team were back, they rushed over in a hurry, desperate to see for themselves the fate of their missing brothers.

As Kisha’s armored car approached, the absence of Group 6’s missing truck was glaringly obvious.

A heavy silence fell over the people waiting, their hearts sinking as grim expressions spread across their faces.

No one blamed Kisha—they knew she had done everything she could—but the weight of their loss was starting to sink in their hearts.

Deep down, they dreaded hearing the confirmation of what they already feared hearing about their brothers.

When Vulture stepped out of the car, cradling a body bag in his arms, no one was prepared for the gut-wrenching sight.

The collective grief deepened, the weight of loss settling like a heavy cloud over the group.

Without a word, Vulture made his way to the back of the villa, and the others solemnly followed.

As Vulture unzipped the body bag, revealing its contents, the person inside was unrecognizable.

The silence hung thick until Vulture reached into his pocket, pulling out a dog tag and holding it up for everyone to see. The realization hit like a tidal wave—it was Sparrow’s.

Soft sobs and muffled cries began to fill the backyard. The group stood in a solemn circle around Sparrow’s body, heads bowed in silent prayer, paying their final respects to a fallen brother.

Kisha stepped aside, silently allowing the others space to bid their final farewell to their fallen brother.

Beside her, Duke reached for her hand, his grip firm yet trembling. Though he remained silent, the slight quiver in his fingers and the tight set of his lips betrayed the storm of emotions within him.

His gaze remained fixed on the center of the circle, unyielding and unblinking.

On the side, Mrs. Winters wept softly, her hand covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle the sound of her sobs.

Mr. Winters stood beside her, his expression stoic but his grief unmistakable. He gently rubbed his wife’s back in a quiet gesture of comfort, though the weight in his own eyes revealed that he was just as deeply affected as everyone else.

Without needing further explanation, Kisha stepped forward. With a quiet gesture, she waved her hand, storing Sparrow’s body into her inventory. _{ƒreewebηoveℓ.com}